this doorway

James Owens 1904 - 1988

Jack Owens 1936 - 2003

James Owens 1963 -

Benjamin Owens 2000 -

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And I know a father

Who had a son

He longed to tell him all the reasons

For the things he'd done

He came a long way

Just to explain

He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping

Then he turned around and headed home again

Paul Simon

Slip-Sliding Away

lift

toward the moment

Letter to James Wright from the Rocks above Bass Pond at the End of Summer

I bang fist-sized stones together. Once.
Stones cool with the smell of dirt
from lying in the ferns.
My palms love their gritty sides.

The hollow tonk plucks at air
like a first raindrop hitting a spider’s web,
the attentiveness of a word
and no content.

The solemn turkey buzzard shrugs higher.
Grey moss cracks underfoot.
Juniper and blueberry clench small.
Here wind and weak sun --

below, the fur of trees ruffles,
the pond glints,
losing track of my failures.

I will lie and wither like the moss
and rise in a year, language as hard
and unused as a scatter of pebbles,
to find my own crossed thighbones here,

stripped sticks
to knock together for prayer.

the lure of distance

space around world and i

Ein Wort

Ein Wort, ein Satz—: aus Chiffren steigen

erkanntes Leben, jäher Sinn,

die Sonne steht, die Sphären schweigen

und alles ballt sich zu ihm hin.

Ein Wort—ein Glanz, ein Flug, ein Feuer,

ein Flammenwurf, ein Sternenstrich—-

und wieder Dunkel, ungeheuer,

im leeren Raum um Welt und Ich.

Gottfried Benn

A Word

A word, a phrase -- from ciphers climb

Known life, sudden sense.

The sun stops, spheres no longer chime,

All thickens around, dark and dense.

A word, a gleam, a flight, a spark,

A thrust of flame, star-strike on the sky --

Then again the enormous dark

And empty space around world and I.

(my translation)

breath

inuksuk

words in a landscape
shadows on rock

for ruth, at washed stones